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The Grad Student

Maybe your wife will be encouraged (or at least turned on) by my wife's experience, which ended up as one of the best things to ever happen to our sex lives. Like your wife, she hadn’t had much experience before we started going out right after she finished college. She was from a conservative military household and only had sex once in college. Fortunately for me, we met right after her complexion cleared up and she’s never fully realized how attractive she’s become. In the two decades we’ve been together, I’ve been the only man she’s slept with.

Since I have had a very wide and varied sex life – going to a very wild UC out in California and being a few years older than my wife, I always thought that she’d missed out. I also wanted her to know how sexy she was and I also wanted there to be other guys who knew what an incredible fuck she was and how beautiful she was when she came. Finally, for reasons I can’t fathom, I found the thought of her getting fucked by someone else to be the most incredible turn on.

We fantasized about it for years, telling each other stories we’d made up while having sex. She even once visited an old boyfriend she’d almost fucked in college – I was certain they were going to do it and I’d told her that she should, but they were both too chicken to be the one who made the first move so it never happened.

She’s a writer so when the national writers convention was in our city, she went. Conventions are notorious pick up spots – everyone’s away from home and the rings come off by the end of the first night. And double that for writers who are a notoriously randy bunch. So I was trying to encourage her to make this the time she did something. At one point I texted her, “You know it’s Ok with me if something happens.” And to my complete surprise, she texted back, “I think something is happening.”

My mind raced and my cock was hard from the time I got that text until when she finally came home that night. I imagined her with some distinguished writer she’d always admired and now was getting to fuck. When she got home and came to bed, where I was but certainly not asleep, I asked her to tell me everything that happened.

At one of the readings a guy sat next to her and started chatting her up. He was a grad student in his late twenties. My wife was in here early forties, but looked early to mid-thirties to he thought she was only couple of years older. She’d been on her college track team and was still a runner so she had a great ass and legs. Having our two children had left her small breasts much larger and made her nipples so sensitive that she sometimes came just from my sucking on them.

The grad student joined my wife and her female writer friends as they made the rounds of the various cocktail parties and she started to think that he was actually hitting on her. After they’d gotten quite drunk, he’d pulled her over into a corner and asked if he could kiss her and she said OK. Then they made out hot and heavy as he pressed against her and ran his hands over her as much as he could while they were still in pubic.

Hearing all this, I was besides myself, I needed to know what happened. So I asked, “then what? Did you fuck him.” And she said, “Oh no, at that point I made him stop and told him I needed to go home.”

“What!?!”

“Had you wanted me to?”

It was only at that point and when she could see my obvious disappointment that she realized that I actually was ok with her fucking another guy and in fact wanted her to. I don’t know why years of talking about it hadn’t made that clear, but now she got it. There was one more day to the convention and she went determined that if she found him again, she’d fuck him.

After multiple negative replies to my texts asking if she’d run into him again, she texted me to cool my jets and stop texting her. That was the last I heard until she came home a little before dawn. She collapsed on the bed exhausted but happy saying, “I had sex with another man. Twice.” After figuring out that she had fucked the same guy twice and not as I first thought fucked two guys and that she was too sore to fuck again and would tell me everything the next night.

It was quite a story and even after almost a decade we still get turned on talking about what happened.

She’d looked for him the whole day and at the parties that night but didn’t see him. But at the last party of the evening, she ran into him. After drinking a lot of bourbon Old Fashions they were in a corner making out again. She let him know that she wasn’t going to stop tonight and wanted him to fuck her.

But they needed to find a place. He’d gone in on his room with some other grad students in his program, so that a was out, and the hotel’s other rooms had been booked up for months. They snuck into empty banquet rooms but cleaning people or others interrupted them.

While they were making out, he took her hand and shoved it into his pants so she could feel how hard she was making him. When she told me that part, I asked her, “Was he bigger than me?” The way she said, “Oh Yes!” told me everything I needed to know. Because I knew that I was bigger than the only man who’d been inside her, he was going to be fucking her with bigger cock than she’d ever had before. That meant he’d be stretching her and filling her in new ways and touching spots I couldn’t reach. For him, his cock stretching her, meant she would feel tight like he was fucking a young girl, not an older woman.

Touching his cock made her even more determined that she was going to get fucked. She pulled him into a Woman’s Room and into the handicapped stall. Since this was a luxury hotel, the bathroom was marble and the stalls have regular doors on them so when you’re inside it’s like a private room.

He took the lead in undressing her and she liked that. He pulled down her pants and buried his face in her pussy while she braced herself against the wall. She loved how he licked her and fucked her with his tongue. When he came up for air, he told her how good she tasted. And she does taste good, I’ve eaten enough other pussies to know that her taste is exceptionally good.

Then he pushed her to her knees so she could take his cock in her mouth. She told me that she’d liked sucking my cock (the only one she’d had before) but sucking on him, she realized she love sucking cocks! And one of the last benefits of this episode for me is that ever since she has been a much more enthusiastic cock sucker.

She must have been doing a good job, because he started begging to cum in her mouth. But she hadn’t come this far to stop short of getting fucked so she said, no, she wanted him inside her.

He pulled her up and held her up against the wall and brought her down on his cock. She wrapped her legs around him as he fucked her bareback. I’ll admit that’s an athletic move that I haven’t been capable of for years – if I ever was. He then explored and stretched her pussy by fucking her in all the different positions. In one of them, a sort of bridge position he was on his knees, her back on the ground and held her so his cock could slide in and out of her – and in that position, she was able to watch his cock fucking her which she said was incredible.

He asked if he could cum in her pussy, but since he was bareback and she wasn’t birth control (I have had a vasectomy), she said he better not. So he pulled out and shot his cum over her stomach and tits. I remember how much cum I had twenty-five years ago and imagine it covering her.

They lay on the floor holding each other as she absent-mindedly played with his cock. And he started getting hard again! Then they did it all over again!

That was the incredible story she told me and has told me over and over again – getting us both going even after all of those years. The whole experience has definitely improved our sex life, marriage and her self-esteem.

The only downside has been that she doesn’t want to do it again with anyone else. I would love to watch and listen to the noises they both made. I’d love to participate too!

So my recommendation is to go for it. If you read this to your wife, let me know what she thinks.

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